#catowtf

“Have you ever gotten a milkshake that looks really good and you just kind of have to sit back and admire this milkshake because how on earth did someone come up with this beautiful milkshake and why has no one else stopped to appreciate this milkshake? And then you remember you’re lactose intolerant and suddenly you’re shitting everywhere and it’s an actual pain in the ass? Happened to my cousin once. Anyway, Cato is a little like this milkshake, pretty to look at but a total pain in the ass when he wants to be. I think he’s just playing people though. There’s definitely more to that milkshake than just the whipped cream and the cherry you see on the top.”

Today really was the worst day that Bristol could remember, all because her coffee pot had decided to die the night before. If that wasn’t bad enough, the actual glass pot had shattered when the blonde had wrestled with it that morning, slicing open her hand when she’d gone to pick up the pieces, the barista had forgotten her pump of hazelnut in her coffee and now she’d gone and spilled hot liquid into her fresh stitches. “Fuck,” she swore, the leaky to go cup dropping from her bandaged hand. The scalding coffee splattered everywhere, all over the pavement and Bristol’s legs, as well as the dark haired man who was nearby. She looked up, her eyes catching sight of a coffee covered Cato. Just when she thought her day couldn’t get any worse....